The poem that should be read at my funeral

playing with dogs
When I die,
my atoms will come undone.
I’ll be space dust, once again.
The wind will carry me,
and scatter me everywhere,
like dandelions in springtime
I’ll visit worlds and alien moons,
it will be so damn poetic-
until I land on your sandwich.


I am not totally sure who wrote this poem, but it was not me. The only source I can find is “Zag”.  If anyone knows more about this, please let me know! What a great poem though right? Not that it seems to rhyme or have a syllabic pattern….

Also, the picture above is me playing with some dogs off a beach in San Diego, CA.

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